Lady Harriet D'Orsay was really, accordingtoMr. Sala, inhisremiuiscences published receutly, the heroine of a story whieh has been told in at least 20 forms of 20 dilïerent ladies of fashion. She was presiding at a stall at a vente ele charite, or bazaar, held in aid of the t'und of some asylum or another, when there came np the Duke of Orleans, sou and heir of King Louis Pbilippe. Theduke, aftersome polite small talk, began to extol the beauty of ber haii1, and indeed her Henrietta Maria coiffure had never looked glossier or sof ter than it did this day. "Oh," said his royal highness, "if I could only possess one of those enchanting ringlots!" "How much wonld monseigneur givo for one, " asked Lady Harriet gravely, "5,000 francs?" "Five thonsand francs!" repeated the duke. "A rucre bagatelle!" thousand francs?" "Anything so charming a lady cbose to ask. ' ' "I wíl] uot boextortionate, " pursued Lady Harriet. "Wo will say 5,000." And then .she very composedly prodnoed a dainty little pair of scissors, suipped off the adorable Heurietta Maria ringlet, wrapped it in silver paper and hamled it with dignity to the dnke. His royal highuess looked very .straight dowu his nose, and returning Lady Harriet's salute stalked sorue what gloomily away. But his privy purse duly forwarded the money next day.